3.1.18

Wherein our protagonists, crippled by hilarious facial sunburns, head to the interior to direct their scorch-ed eyeballs towards a multitude of wombats, swamp wallabies, and, if the stars align (if they do we'll be able to see them through the Antarctic ozone hole probably, it's 4:51am), a roo or two.

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After enough days in a row of getting up at a stupid time, it stops mattering. So by this point our crepuscular marsupial hunt was just like a normal thing to do after coffee. In fact the only downside of being up at 5am was where to find coffee. We found ours in Jamberoo (darn good coffee), I also ordered a mushroom pie, you know, to give Nelson a taste of the local delicacies.

Only trouble was that the main ingredient was not the mushrooms, but rather the kidneys. For a 5am kidney pie it was pretty good. I felt big and strong for about 3 hours after that.

Then we saw an amazingly big rainbow. And shortly thereafter, a kangaroo. And shortly after that, a wombat.

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This is an often-NSFW kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).